I do not crush the miracles of the world corolla
or extermination
with intelligence puzzles I find
in my path
in flowers, eyes, lips or on graves.
light other
drowns the spell of the unknown that lurks
in the depths of darkness,
but I
with my light increased the mystery of the world.
As the moon with her white rays
not decrease but, trembling,
further increases the secrecy of the night,
and I too will be rich the dark horizon
high holy flowers mystery
and all that is incomprehensible
changes biggest mystery yet
under my eyes,
because I love
flowers and eyes and lips and tombs.
Lucian Blaga
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